Bacon and Doodles

Started the day strong with a hearty breakfast of grease at Goodie's Good Eats (Formally known as Goodie's II) with my family today! It was great. Alma and I both got the French Toast (mmm), but I got mine with 2 Bacons (droooool) and Al got hers with scrambled eggs (not as good as bacon). After this meal, I had enough fuel for packing and hauling boxes for my friends' "moving party" for five hours today. Whew -- that was a good workout. Thankfully, my hard work was rewarded with pizza from Mountain Mikes (yeah, I've fallen off the diet wagon today...) After gorging myself on pizza, I came home for a relaxing evening coloring in my totally awesome "Doodles: A Really Giant Coloring and Doodling Book" by Taro Gomi. After completing a few masterpieces, I realized how much my sister's "doodles" made my masterpieces look like doodle-crap! Here are a few examples:

Exhibit A: my series of drawings that I thought looked super-duper!

Exhibit B: Alma's series of drawings! Geez -- why did she have to use EVERY color in the coloring box and totally show me up?!! I think my favorite is the "nose" picture -- that's Claire.

Exhibit C: Alma's stripey, colorful, giraffe.

(sorry it's sideways! I'm too lazy right now to fix it...)

Exhibit D: My sad excuse for a giraffe. At least it has cute shoes...

I love you, Isa Munky Pants

Rest in peace, little Isa Queen. We miss you very much already. You were the most beautiful cat I've ever known. You always comforted us when we were sick, sad, mad, you name it! You loved to eat human food at the dinner table, bathe in the sun, and do the "upward-facing cat" yoga pose. You gave us sock and panty-babies as gifts, and we loved every single one of them. I will miss the smell of your clean fur, your pink and black "bean" toes, the color of your pink tongue against the black and white of your outfit, your purr-box that always made me feel sleepy, the way you meowed, and the funny bump on your nose. You'll be in my heart and dreams always. I hope you're frolicking in heaven with Koli-bubba and White-Kitty eating lots of chicken and Temptations.

Sorry Alma!

I still chuckle to myself about the time I found my sister's diary.
She was probably only 6 years old, and me, the big mean older sister, not only went into her room, stole her diary, and read it -- I went so far as to show my whole family and proclaim "Alma misspelled Diary!! She's writing to the Milk Man!."

Yes, she had written "Dear Dairy" on every single entry. Ahhhh, I still find it hilarious. Alma is still traumatized from the event and now only writes in locked journals.